Arianne Voric was seated at the breakfast table. She had been studying the latest report that had just come through from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs. There had been some adverse criticism in the foreign press of Ausitania’s policies with regard to the Meradka Quarry. It had been referred to as a “punishment unit” and the authorities were concerned that the syndicated piece, circulated around the world, reflected badly on the reputation of the country.
Alex, having served her breakfast was kneeling on his mat beside her table in the manner that his mistress had decreed. She now called him to the table and ordered him to read the report. After studying it for a while he put the question. “What do you wish me to do mistress?” Arianne imperiously pointed a finger towards the floor indicating that he should retake his position back at her feet. “What I want you to do slave is to write a rebuttal to be issued to foreign newspapers to neutralise any bad publicity that might occur.”
Today was the monthly punishment session at Meradka, This was Arianne’s favourite part of her job. She always looked forward to this first Friday in the month. Alex, wearing only his leather slave collar and steel cock cage was now on his knees and was occupied in lacing his mistress’ boots prior to her leaving for work. He carefully wrapped the long laces about the row of steel hooks that extended from instep to knee.
As he tightened each one the supple black leather moulded itself to the shape of her long, shapely legs. He tied the laces in neat bows at the knee before placing his head down to the floor before her in the way he had been taught. She smiled to herself at this supine act of obeisance.
As usual he had found the task extremely stimulating and his cock strained to gain an erection against the metal bands of his cage. He had now gone three weeks without an orgasm and his frustration was growing by the day. Arianne teased him about the cock cage. She ran her long, crimson talon like nails over the head of his trapped member and said “Make a good job of that response for me and I may decide to allow you an orgasm.” She enjoyed teasing him every bit as much as she did punishing him.
Punishment day at Meradka would follow it’s usual pattern. The morning was spent in the office with the camp chief Martina Kokoska working on the administration and sorting out the sheaf of punishment dockets that had logged every misdemeanour committed by the prisoners over the last month. Each docket had a space at the bottom of the form where the issuing guard could make a recommendation as to leniency or severity. Most punishments were dealt with by way of twelve strokes of the standard cane. It was an instrument just under a metre in length and the thickness of a man’s finger.
The prison cane was not an especially severe weapon but nevertheless it was quite capable of inflicting more than sufficient pain to ensure that discipline was maintained as prisoners did their best to avoid having a docket issued. The issue of such a form would inevitably mean a trip to the punishment suite where after being bound to the timber A frame the sentence would be administered by one of the female guards. Of course the pain was only part of it, there was too the humiliation of being punished by a woman, many of whom took obvious delight in the procedure.
Arianne had almost completed sorting the thirteen dockets when she came across one issued to prisoner number 82, it was Janacek. She called Martina over and asked for the details.
“Oh, yes. Quite a nasty incident. After he had abused a guard he was put into manacles and chains. I then had him taken down and locked into an iron punishment cell and he has been in there for the last three days now, without food or water. I would recommend that he receives a much harsher punishment than the standard one usually handed out.”
Arianne thought for a moment. “OK, Well I think it’s time that Mr.Janacek learned that such behaviour won’t be tolerated. Have him taken to the punishment room and secured ready to be taught a lesson that he certainly won’t forget.”
She fetched her sjambok from the car and laid the dark brown instrument cut from a single piece of heavy rhino hide on the desk. Martina picked it up and admired it, running her fingers along the shaft. Such was the weight and stiffness of the hide that it was effectively a cross between a solid cane and a whip. “It’s more than a hundred years old.” Arianne explained. ” They are genuine antiques that were used by the Voortrekkers of The Transvaal. It was originally a cattle drovers whip, but most effective when used on men.”
Martina smiled. “I’m quite sure of that.” She opened a draw in her desk and took out her own personal whip. This one was equally old and had originally been the property of an Hungarian cavalry officer. Almost a metre and a half in length it packed a real punch itself. “OK, Let’s go and give the bastard a real sorting out.” She said. They walked side by side up to the punishment hut, the heels of their black leather boots beating out a tattoo on the concrete path that led to the door, whips gripped in their leather gloved hands.
The sight that greeted them inside made both women’s blood course a little more quickly. The two guards charged with preparing Janacek hadn’t had the easiest of jobs but it had been completed admirably. Janacek had initially resisted after having been removed from the tiny metal punishment cage but this resistance had been quickly brought to an end when one of the guards deployed her taser.
She had watched as the twin wires snaked towards him, striking him in the small of the back. Janacek went down immediately and the two guards watched his pathetic twitching with satisfaction as he lost control of his muscles and all ability to resist. Once he had been subdued they had dragged him up to the hut where his ankles had been locked into a pair iron fetters connected by a short length of steel chain. This had then been attached to the overhead pulley, his feet rising into the air until he was completely suspended upside down with his head half a metre above the floor. One of the guards took a coil of rope and his arms were roughly bound behind his back, his elbows were cruelly pinioned so that they touched, his wrists cinched with more rope.
As Martina and Arianne entered The sight that met them was of his body dangling from the hoist, swinging slowly from side to side. The prisoner looked like a side of meat hanging in an abattoir.
His cock and balls hung loosely down onto his stomach and presented a tempting and very vulnerable target. A leather head harness comprising of several sturdy leather straps that formed a cage encircled his skull, the hard rubber ball gag was pulled back into his mouth as the guards had tightened the straps down to the very last hole that they could manage. Janacek, now almost totally silenced, emitted only a very muffled groan. It increased slightly as Arianne took hold of his scrotum with her leather gloved hand and twisted it hard.
One of the things that made punishment day so satisfying for her was that it was so relaxed. Arianne knew that whatever she did to the prisoners there would be no negative consequences should she go a bit too far. Anything that happened inside these four walls could simply be explained away by any of the industrial accidents that took place at Meradka. No sort of appeals procedure existed within the complex and prisoners had their punishments ratified internally. There was no contact with the world outside. The only thing the two women had to do over the next couple of hours was to choose which prisoners they wished to punish and enjoy themselves.
Martina began the assault on Janacek. She stood well back from the suspended prisoner, her long legs set apart, teasing the tail of the cavalry whip between her gloved fingers before bringing it whistling round through the air to impact with Janacek’s buttocks. A fiery red stripe appeared almost immediately running diagonally from his hip to the crease where thigh met buttock. It was already darkening when she laid the second stroke beside it, quickly followed by two more. The bound man writhed from side to side in his bonds, a desperate scream strangled inside him such was the effectiveness of the gag.
Arianne now stepped forward. Martina admired her slim petite body and her economy of movement as she slashed the sjambok at the suspended man. His body bucked at every impact, another scream was again stifled within him by the gag as more wild, angry red stripes appeared. Her well targeted strokes broke the skin. She then focused her attack on his genitals, applying several firm cuts of her sjambok directly onto his cock and balls. She watched with satisfaction the effect her whip had on these especially vulnerable parts, his balls visibly darkening as the heavy bruises spread, soon they had swollen to twice their original size and took on a dark purple colour.
A trickle of blood appeared and ran down his thigh as Martina went back into action with the cavalry whip, soon the prisoner’s body was a mass of cuts and bruises and when Arianne concluded the punishment with a dozen hard sjambok strokes across the buttocks they looked more like something found on a butcher’s slab than on a human being. Martina called the two guards responsible for his bondage. Arianne complimented them on doing such a good job in preparing him and commented on how effective the gag was in keeping him quiet.
“Take him down” said Martina. “And return him to the punishment cell. I will interview him tomorrow and see if he can be returned to normal duties, although with extra hard labour as the final part of his punishment.”
EHL as it was known in the guards own parlance was even more drastic than it sounded and involved the prisoner working whilst under restraint in heavy irons. Often the guard in charge would order the man involved to move heavy piles of granite off cuts from one place to another whilst supervising him, a totally pointless task designed only to break recalcitrant men, something that it was most effective in doing.
Martina called an orderly and handed him their whips. She instructed him to clean the blood from them and return them to the office. They sipped their coffee and discussed the prisoner. ” I would be surprised if he gives you any more trouble after today. If he does then the man is a complete fool, he knows what he has coming to him.”
Back at home Arianne scanned through the piece that Alex had written as a rebuttal to the negative foreign news reports. She read aloud “The authorities in Ausitania have seen fit to treat the violent criminal element in their society merely with the kind of disdain that they have shown for their victims. All the inmates at Meradka have committed crimes of serious violence against female victims and now suffer the consequences their actions have precipitated.” The piece continued to logically and cogently argue the case for her country most effectively. She declared herself pleased with his work and put it into her briefcase.
“I have a surprise for you this evening” she said. She handed him a pair of black leather shorts. “Put those on and wait for me down on the patio.” She disappeared upstairs and came down a few minutes later wearing a pair of black leather jodhpurs with extravagantly flared thighs, a wide three buckled leather belt and a crisp white blouse. Outside she led Alex to a wooden shed. She unlocked the door to reveal a small two wheeled sulky cart of the type used for pony racing.
The little vehicle had a pair of bicycle wheels and an upholstered leather seat. It was clearly of a size designed to be pulled by a human rather than a pony. The two shafts that projected forward each had three leather straps attached and Arianne ordered Alex to place his body between them. His arms were soon tightly buckled to the cart. She took a leather head harness from a hook on the wall and began to strap it into place around his head. A steel bit went between his teeth and a set of leather reins were attached, she picked up a long dressage whip and slipped into the seat.
“Ok boy, walk on!”
Alex took up the slack and felt the sulky slowly begin to roll as he moved forward. A pull on the reins made it clear that his mistress wanted him to turn right onto the drive that led to the road in front of the house. It was a quiet country lane quite suitable for such a vehicle and they were soon trotting happily along at a decent pace. Alex was a fit man and the first few minutes presented few problems. They passed a couple of cottages with people out in their gardens who stopped to watch this strange sight of a leather clad woman driving the trotting man with occasional encouragement from her whip as it fell across his shoulders.
They came to a small hamlet of perhaps a dozen cottages together with a small inn where people sat out in the evening sun drinking at their tables. A cheer went up as Arianne turned the sulky into the car park. Alex was grateful for the rest but felt humiliated by the fact that all the customers now came to view the spectacle. Arianne went inside and returned holding a glass of wine in one hand and a water bowl in the other, which she placed on the ground before him. She removed the bit from his mouth and unstrapped his arms. He went down on his knees and lapped up the water like an animal as the customers all gathered round chatting and laughing.
After a few minutes he was strapped back into the shafts and to a cheer from all the spectators Arianne shouted encouragement and used her whip to drive Alex at full speed back up the lane. His pace slackened after a few hundred metres and the whip was used more now in an attempt to maintain speed, the strokes falling harder across his shoulders. Eventually they turned back into the drive and Alex dropped to his knees in a state of exhaustion.
He was unstrapped and Arianne said ” I am very proud of you slave, that was a great performance. Now as soon as you get your breath back go and take a shower, then report to me in my study.”
She sat in her chair, a glass of wine in her hand as he entered. “Bring me that key from the desk.” She said. Arianne took the small steel key and unlocked his cock cage. His member now swelled inexorably to a full erection as he knelt between her long outstretched booted legs. She pushed his head down between her thighs and he drank in the heady aroma of leather given off by her new jodhpurs. The sole of a boot stroked his now rampant cock. She brought the other one up and gripped it’s shaft between both boots, moving her legs in such a manner that Alex soon felt the sensation of an incipient orgasm beginning to rise deep down within him.
The sensation grew with her every movement until Alex was unable to hold it in any longer. His low sighs now turned to a cry of ecstasy as he let out a loud squeal and the first shot of thick, white milky jiss spurted out across the shaft of her boot followed immediately by a second. His sperm slowly ran down, despoiling the perfection of the gleaming black leather. She glanced down imperiously. “You seem to have made a mess of your mistress’ boots boy.”
The merest hint of a wistful smile now played briefly across her crimson lips before her face hardened once more into the inscrutable stern stare.
“Lick it all off….NOW!”
Copyright: D L Media – November 2018